Trifecta Part 2, Daddy’s Family (Part 1)

Posted on May 31, 2016 by losingemma

If you are new to this blog, you may want to read the posts “In a Nutshell” or go to July 2012 and read “Sending out a Letter.” My daughter Emma Katherine Roey lied about a friend being raped and attempting suicide, claimed to have been molested by a priest, and then, just as her attorneys were about to file a law suit, Emma accused her mother (me) of physically abusing her and later of poisoning her with DDT. Emma claimed to have a toxicology report to confirm that her mother (me, again!) poisoned her, but would never turn over this report to my attorney. If you read through the blog, you will find many other examples of Emma’s lying. At one point, she even complained about the way her dad touched her and that he called her a “bitch” and a “slut” everyday. (I refused to listen to her when she talked about her dad like that.) As long as Emma continues with the lies, I will tell her story. Love and thanks to all of you who read and have written to me. If you have any questions or comments, please contact me at: losingemma@gmail.com Please continue to share the blog with others.

Emma Katherine Roey

Daddy’s Family

Emma, I’m writing a couple of these posts to you, and then I will get back to writing about you. I would much rather write to you privately, but since I don’t want to be threatened with a restraining order, I will have to do it here. I had hoped, when you grew up, we could discuss these things and you could learn from my mistakes. I don’t want to trash your dad’s family, but I will tell you how things were from my perspective and from what your dad told me. I think you know about a lot of the “scandals” so I’m not going into the details on those.

By now, I think you’ve realized that every family is dysfunctional. You know about my family life because we discussed it, but I don’t think your dad ever really discussed his with you. I can only tell you what he told me and what I saw for myself. I hope that learning about your family helps you figure out who you are, and by learning about your dad’s family, you will understand why your dad couldn’t face what you did, how he doesn’t like to argue or confront anyone, or do anything difficult.

Your dad grew up in a pretty tumultuous household. He always said he didn’t like to argue because all the fighting in his home growing up made him literally sick to his stomach and he hated arguing. Even after your dad and I had been married for years he claimed he didn’t like to argue because he would still get sick to his stomach. And you know your dad and I could have a disagreement or an argument, and we still loved each other. By now, you’ve been married long enough to know you are going to have arguments with someone you live with so closely.

Daddy’s parents were divorced when he was a toddler, and fortunately they got along amicably. Your grandfather was very easy going and passive, so your grandmother kind of ran things, including his life. It was kind of funny when they came to visit. Everyone always thought it was so strange that your grandmother traveled with her ex-husband and her current boyfriend.

Your grandmother had two divorces and many boyfriends, according to your dad. The first marriage was very brief, and the second marriage sounded pretty bad right from the start, and there was a lot of fighting then. Your grandmother had quite a temper and could swear like a sailor, but she was a hard worker, very generous, and could be very loving and kind. It sounded to me like your grandmother was one of those people who didn’t feel validated without a man. When your dad was growing up, if she didn’t have a husband, she went from one boyfriend to the next. She was a real people person, if you saw her at the restaurant, and she chatted with everyone, was very friendly, and made her customers feel special. There were several male customers who paid a lot of attention to her. After your dad and I were married, even though she had a boyfriend, there was a man named Pat who hung around the restaurant a lot at the end of the day because he was very fond of your grandmother. I thought this was a little odd because he was married, and your dad mentioned that it had upset Kenny (her then boyfriend). For a while, Kenny wasn’t allowed to go up to the restaurant because he got too jealous of the men that paid attention to your grandmother. Your dad also told me that Pat at one time gave your grandmother the key to his safety deposit box that had something like $100,000.00 in it and it would all be hers if she married him or something like that.

Because your grandmother had to work as a waitress, your dad and his uncle were raised by their grandmother, Stella, until they got old enough that they were home alone. They were pretty young when they started staying home alone, but this was a different time. Your great grandma, Stella is another story, and I will tell you about her later.

Growing up, Daddy, as the older brother was expected to be the peacemaker and give in to his little brother. You dad described your uncle A. and a child who would hold his breath until he passed out or pitch a big fit if he didn’t get his way. To get things calm, Daddy always had to be the one to give in and do whatever little brother wanted.

When your dad and I were dating, your dad and Uncle A were roommates for a while after your dad’s roommates had gotten married, and your Uncle’s roommates had graduated college and moved on. Your uncle got a free apartment for being a police officer, and agreeing to handle calls, sort of like he was the apartment security when he was home. When your dad was home, he had to answer the calls.

Also, since your uncle got the free apartment, your dad had to pay for the utilities, which didn’t seem quite fair since your dad acted as security when your uncle wasn’t there. One time when I was over, your uncle pointed out that a certain cat food was on sale, and when your dad said that the cat was your uncle’s cat and not his, your uncle said that since he lived there, he should pay for part of the cat food.

A few times, your uncle went to a movie with your dad and I, and he would always ask your dad, “Aren’t you going to get some popcorn.” So that he could have some without having to buy it.

One time, your dad and I had been out on a Sunday and he was having car trouble. Daddy had to get up very early to be at UPS (his part time job before he became a driver) and he asked your uncle to borrow some tools to work on his car, and your uncle refused. They argued, and Daddy was upset and went to his room. Then your uncle wrote out a note and told me to deliver it to your dad. I can’t remember word for word what the note said, but it was something about telling your dad he needed to admit that he should have worked on his car earlier instead of waiting until the last minute and to apologize. It was so crazy and stupid to me, but your dad did what he had to do to borrow the tools, and he got the car running and made it to work .

After your dad and I were married, and after your cousin had been born, your uncle was too cheap to pay for trash pickup at the house, and he would take his trash to the police station and throw it out there. Your grandparents came down, and I guess Uncle A. had taken some time off work, and hadn’t taken his trash to work. They all came over to our house, and I will never forget your uncle opening up the trunk of his big old care and pulling out 17 large garbage bags and saying, “Here Phill, I thought you could put this out when you put your trash out.” I was pretty angry at the gall, but said nothing. Had your uncle asked us before hand, I don’t think I would have minded at all, but to just bring all that trash over to our house and not even say, “Would you mind…….!”

I had witnessed the way your uncle treated your dad for so long that I never much cared for your uncle. Your dad always thought he was the better looking brother who always got the girls, etc., but I always thought your dad was such a much more decent person than your uncle. They were very competitive. Once, before we were married, I went hiking with your dad, Uncle A., and a friend of your dad’s. It turned into a race up to Amicolola, which I have to say was one of the worst dates ever. Of course I tried, but couldn’t keep up with the three of them, and I when I hike or walk I want to enjoy the scenery, look at things, etc. It was not my idea of fun at all.

The one thing your dad did that was kind of funny, after we were married, was that every time we were around Uncle A., when we hadn’t seen him in a while, your dad would always find a reason to walk around behind your uncle when he was sitting down so that he could check our his hair loss. As your know, your grandfather was pretty bald, and I figured both the boys would head that way eventually, but your dad had a lot more hair than Uncle A., and I guess that was the one thing he felt superior about.

I’ve heard that your dad and Uncle A. get along better now, but in all the years we were married, there was only one brief time that they got along well, and that was when A.’s first wife threw him out and his mistress had married the father of her child, and was no longer available. A. was pretty sad and lonely and came over to see us some. We hung out, went to movies, went bowling and such. We introduced your uncle to a friend of ours and they became a couple right away, practically living together. She fell in love with him, and with his little girl. I much regretted introducing them when later, your Aunt K. dumped her husband and called Uncle A. Your uncle immediately dropped our friend with no explanation. She called my crying, with no clue as to why your uncle did not return her calls. It was horrible, and I was so sorry for even being a part of it.

Except for this brief spell of niceness, your uncle was always rude and condescending to your dad, and I didn’t have much use for him. I loved your dad and your dad was such a good person, that I hated seeing him treated this way by his own brother.

Shortly before you pulled all your “my mother is abusing me” stuff, your dad and I had talked about getting together with your dad and his family. We hadn’t seen the girls in several years, and I think we were ready to try and have a relationship with your uncle’s family again. Your dad and I were talking and your dad still had some anger towards his brother when he told me, “He cheated on every girlfriend he ever had, he cheated on his first wife, and I no doubt he’s probably cheated on K. (second wife) too.” That kind of surprised me.

I know you know the problems that were going on with your cousins, and to be honest, your dad and I weren’t sure we wanted you around them. Of course now, it sounds as if all three girls have grown up and gotten themselves together. Little did I know that you would be the one whose problems made theirs pale in comparison.

To be continued…

Trifecta Part 1, A Midlife Crisis

Posted on May 21, 2016 by losingemma

Trifecta

This post is really for Emma, so I am writing to her.

Emma, BTW, I heard again from someone in Santa Rosa, CA who was looking for you. You might want to let everyone know where you are. Oh, Emma, Emma, Emma how many times did I tell you, if you are hiding what you’re doing, then maybe it’s something you shouldn’t be doing.

I haven’t wanted to write about your dad or your dad’s family, but since we can’t talk, and even your dad can’t talk about what you did, I will write it here. Today, I will tell you about your dad’s midlife crisis.

I have to admit, I was really disappointed in your dad. I always had too much faith in your dad. I’d always thought he would do anything to take care of us. Well, I was half right. I thought when he realized your friend was never raped, never attempted suicide, her mother was never dying of breast cancer, you never babysat for the neighbors down the street although you made up some great stories. You never babysat for our former priest and never had to call 911 on his bipolar son, and you were never molested by another priest……………… I really thought your dad would apologize and want to get to the bottom of your problems. And later on, I found out you were telling people that Tyler’s mom, Sherry Knopp Buchheim was afraid I would show up in Liberty Township, Ohio and kill her whole family and that I poisoned you with DDT and you had the toxicology report to prove it, I e-mailed your dad, but he just couldn’t deal with it. He e-mailed back that he refused to discuss you with me. I was kind of shocked when he just ignored everything you did. I was hurt too. I always believed in your dad, and believed he would do what’s right, even if it took him a while to realize how wrong he was. He always called himself a “secular humanist” and he didn’t have any need for religion. He wasn’t quite an atheist, but more agnostic. He wasn’t quite convinced about the whole God thing, but he thought of himself as a good person, and he was. Well, he was until things got difficult. Part of it was that your dad was going through a midlife crisis and part of it was your dad’s upbringing, and I will tell you about both of these. Your dad just doesn’t like difficult stuff and just chooses not to handle things.

Emma, I don’t blame you for the divorce, or at least not all of it. You were just a part of it. So many people joked about my daughter being “the other woman” and you really were. I was the one who stuck up for your dad when you made fun of him when he wasn’t around. I was the one who reminded you how hard he worked so we could have a nice home and nice things and you could do all the activities you were involved in. You thought your dad was stupid because he didn’t finish college. You made fun of him for being a truck driver, but he made a good living working for UPS. Something you didn’t think I noticed was how jealous you were of the way Daddy treated me, like when he brought me my coffee in the mornings. I remember how when Daddy would see a book by my favorite author at Costco and bring it home, you almost couldn’t stand it. You looked at me like I was something evil, even though you read my books too! I never realized my own daughter was jealous of the relationship between my husband and myself. It was like you couldn’t stand for me to get the attention or the little gifts. Then, after I was thrown out of my home, you became the little woman, doing the shopping, loading the dishwasher, taking care of the pets. I saw your posts on facebook before you removed me. You took over as the woman of the house. I guess that was your practice marriage.

Emma, remember when we’d get the $10 JCPenney coupons in the mail. We always let you have them and took you to buy something with them, but the one time I said I was going to use one because I could use something decent to wear to my job at the homeschool arts program, you go furious with me. I don’t know what we did that you turned out to be so selfish and vicious, and I know it wasn’t just me. I wondered if part of the reason you talked so badly about the girls you rode the bus with was because you were jealous of them. Maybe you were too insecure at school, so you had to make others look bad. And remember when we had the baby shower for the unmarried daughter of one of our friends at Bible Study? You were so jealous of the gifts and attention she got for doing something you considered shameful. I tried to talk to you about how she was a lucky girl to have a family that supported her because she was traveling down a difficult road. You couldn’t see it that way at all. You just thought she didn’t deserve a shower for having a baby and not being married. Well, I digress. I really wanted to write about your dad’s midlife crisis, so let me get back to that. I just keep hoping you will get your life turned around Emma, but I know it’s not going to happen. Some people live their whole lives a lie, and I’m afraid that’s where you are headed.

Your dad couldn’t face what you did and still can’t. It was easier to throw his wife out than to face the truth about his daughter. After all, blood is thicker than water. And also, your dad comes from a family with a high divorce rate. Even though he made a marriage vow, and he vowed to get counseling or help if we were every at the point of divorce, your dad just couldn’t do it. It was easier to walk away. When your uncle cheated on his first wife, your grandmother, who has been divorced twice, just wanted her son to be happy, while your grandfather told your uncle that he had an obligation to his family. At the time, I did wish your grandfather was still living because I don’t believe he would have fallen for all your drama and he would have talked some sense into your dad.

Your dad always joked about how lucky I was that his midlife crisis was RC planes. It’s kind of funny because your dad was always the one who talked about “self-fulfilling prophecies” too. Since I was a worrier, can’t help it, it’s just my nature, your dad would always tell me if you worry enough about something happening it probably will.

About a month before all the drama at Suzie McGravey’s office, where you wanted to go live in a group home, Daddy was working on a friend’s computer and talking about our plans for retirement, how he wanted to get a camper or an RV and we planned on doing some traveling, and of course because he was all into the RC planes, we would be going to a lot of RC shows. So yes, at this point in my life I thought your dad and I would be retired, or close to it, and you would be out of the house, and we’d be doing some traveling. You never know what life is going to throw at you, do you? Anyway, this friend, who yes, knew you, was so shocked that all of a sudden your dad wanted a divorce and that he was letting you manipulate him so. All of a sudden, according to your dad, there was “too much water under the bridge.” How do you go from talking about retiring with your wife one month, and then the next month wanting a divorce?

Daddy really had all the classic signs of a midlife crisis. Everything was RC planes, and I heard that a year or so later he bragged about taking almost 100 planes to SEFF, but when we were married, he had maybe a dozen planes. That is some major money he spent for planes and motors. That gets pretty expensive.

What was also a shock was that our family was going through a major crisis, and yet Daddy took off every chance he could to go to RC shows for days at a time: SEFF, Joe Nall, and I don’t remember where the one was he went to up north (Midwest) was. What kind of man goes traveling the country when his family is in crisis? Our poor, supposedly “sexually abused” daughter was left home alone or with the neighbors or dragged around the country to RC shows? What kind of man does that?

Another classic sign of a midlife crisis was the camper. A lot of men go out and buy a sports car, but your dad spent $23,000 on a camper as well as all the RC planes? Again, he sure wasn’t hurting for money. Maybe I should have hired a forensic accountant like one friend wanted to do. I don’t know where Daddy came up with all this money but then, I was just the dumb housewife who let my husband handle all the money. Let that be a lesson to you! Don’t let Tyler handle all the money. Remember how I was trying to get daddy to teach me how to do the on line banking and he was so reluctant to do so? I was more worried about if something happened to him that I wouldn’t know how to pay the bills. I didn’t even know how much money we had in the bank.

Daddy had always been an introvert, like me. We were always happy at homes, doing things together or near each other like when he would work on airplanes upstairs and I would work on my glass stuff. I had looked forward to more of these times when you left home, but that was not to be. BTW, what did you do with my glass studio?

Once Daddy discovered his RC friends, he really came out of his shell. He found a crowd he fit into. He became a big fish in a small pond. He became one of the “cool kids” and wanted to hang out with them and fly planes and sit around at night and drink beer. He no longer needed a homebody wife who fostered dogs and spent Saturdays at adoptions. That wasn’t going to fit into his new life. We never talked about it, but I figured I would quit fostering, or maybe foster a small dog that we could take with us in the future camper. I supposed a lot of this is my fault because I was the one who encouraged Daddy to get back into his childhood hobby of RC planes.

Daddy was always freaked out about the idea of menopause. Even when you were just a little thing, Daddy worried about it. He often brought up that you would be going starting your cycle around the same time I would hit menopause. I just made a joke about it, but he brought it up so often, I should have realized he was having a problem. Then, when I had the hysterectomy, Daddy freaked out that I was going to become a crazed mad woman. Actually, the hysterectomy had the opposite effect of what your dad was afraid of. My hormones were so messed up because of the fibroids and cysts, that I felt so much better afterwards and wished I done it 10 years earlier.

Funny how your dad called me your “sexless parental unit.” I’ve met several other women who went through divorces because their husbands were so freaked out about menopause. All of a sudden, these men realize they are getting old. Well, they don’t think they are, but they think their wives are, so they dump them. I’ve also heard stories from the adult children of parents who divorced because their dad’s freaked over menopause. It’s really not that uncommon.

Your Aunt Chatty Kathy used to talk about the “burnt cookies” divorce, which was really the same kind of thing. She described it as how one partner in the marriage freaked out and basically said, “You burned the cookies! Oh my God, I want a divorce!” All of a sudden everything that was ever wrong in your life is the fault of your spouse. You can ask her about it, but it was how your dad acted too. He couldn’t handle our family crisis, so OMG, let’s get a divorce.

I will never forget some of the things your dad said to me. When I was over at your “Aunt Janice’s” and he came over and brought me some things, we were arguing, I don’t remember about what. He was going to leave, and he put his arms around me and told me he loved me, but “I’ve put up with a lot.” Really? Isn’t that what married people do? Was your dad so perfect that I didn’t put up with anything? No, I put up with a lot, too, but I loved your dad and part of loving someone is putting up with their faults. Hopefully, you and Tyler have been married long enough now to realize that it’s not all puppies and rainbows. Tyler has his faults, and you have some of your own.

Well, Emma, I think I’ve pretty much covered your dad’s midlife crisis. At the time, I didn’t realize what it was, but after a little distance, it was easy to see Daddy had so many of the classic signs. Even through all of it, I thought your dad would eventually get himself together and do what’s right. He knows he messed up, but daddy cares too much about what people think of him to admit it. He’s just not strong enough to face his friends, family, and neighbors after all that he did and let you get away with. He’d rather go on living the lie.

And speaking of that, there is so much your dad owes me. (Oh dear, do I sound like you Emma? You had me, you owe me? You married me, you owe me?) No, your dad knows what he did wrong and what he took from me. He owes me a furnished home, a fenced yard, etc. Funny how we were updating the house with a new fridge, new dishwasher, the counters, the floor, and the new shelves on the sunporch. Daddy owes me a furnished house. All the little things like cookware and cutlery, linens, a bed, appliances, etc. I could use a couple of ceiling fans, so be a dear and ask Daddy to put them in for me. He’s got my number. Oh, and a funny story about that, when I asked Daddy for the stand-up fan, he brought me the industrial fan! I know you haven’t been in my house, but daddy has. It’s about 900 square feet and that fan was way too much for this house. I ended up giving it away. I used to joke about Daddy’s passive-aggressive streak, and there it was!

Here’s a photo of the sun porch that we’d just spent about $2500 on new shelves for:

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I’m sure by now Daddy got the flatscreen tv he wanted for that bare spot, even though he wouldn’t let me have the old giant monster tv that was sitting in the garage.

And here is the $10 bookshelf, leftover from homeschooling, that was out in the garage to get rid of that Daddy gave me when he had me thrown out of my home:

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Your dad sure made out like a bandit from the divorce, didn’t he? Well, after what my attorney told me, there was no way I was going to go near the house, and Daddy was certainly not going to divide up the household fairly or bring me my things, although he did bring me a few things at first. I will write more about that part of the divorce later on.

So, Emma are you out of school for the summer? Are you working? And what about Tyler? Is he going to school for his Master’s or did he start working? I’ve always heard you need a master’s in architecture to really do anything, but I don’t know much about it.

In my next post, I’ll tell you about your dad’s family and his upbringing and you will understand a little better why your dad can’t handle a confrontation or face the hard stuff. You’ve heard all about my family, and by now you may have realized that every family has it’s on kind of dysfunction. Ours did too, but we had a lot of love and I always thought that would see us through. Wrong again. When I tell you a little about your dad’s family and his upbringing, you will be able to understand why your dad is the way he is.

So long for now, Emma. Love you.

Happy Mother’s Day, Emma

Posted on May 7, 2016 by losingemma

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Recently I came across this letter you wrote when you entered a contest with the FISH 104.7 for a Mother’s Day makeover:

WHY MY MOM DESERVES A MOM’S MAKEOVER

I’m her only daughter, Emma (I’m 11). I think my mom deserves a mom’s makeover because as some say ‘if dads are the head of the family, then moms are the neck, and the neck can turn the head any way it wants’. My mom is DEFINITLY the neck of our family. She gets me to softball, choir, chorus and lots of other activities. She also reminds my dad that he has a dentist appointment in an hour so he needs shower and comb his hair and put on a shirt that doesn’t have holes in it (those are his yard-work shirts that have holes). On top of all this, she still manages to put a meal on the table so we can eat together. Getting the family together for meals may sound easy; however, it’s often anything but, since my dad works for UPS (United Parcel Service). He isn’t the kind of worker who delivers packages to your door, but the kind of worker who takes packages from GA to another state, and he does it at night; so he has a weird schedule.

Since she wants me to get a good education, she gives up her day to homeschool me so that I’ll have a chance to complete my ultimate (earthly) goal; to earn all good grades so I can get the Hope Scholarship, attend Georgia Tech for the first 4 years of college, and attend Yale University in Connecticut so that I can become a children’s pediatrician. It really helps to have my mom support my goals and to know that she’s behind my every step to catch me if I fall and encourage me to get up and start again. My mom is a fire when I’m cold and a couch when I’m tired. She’s an animal-sitter for our neighbors and a friend to anyone who needs one. It’s hard for me to put on paper why my do-good, church-going mom deservers a mom’s makeover, but I’ve tried my best and I think she would be a VERY worthy recipient of your luxurious prize!

Oh, and safe for the whole family? 104.7 The Fish!!!!

Mom and me (and you enclosed a picture of the two of us)

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I know you’ve made some bad decisions, but you’re still my daughter and I still love you. I think of you always and pray for you daily. That’s all I can do for you at this point.

I remember when you turned nine, and I thought that my time with you was half over. At 18, you would probably be going off to college. How that time flew by.

During the difficult times, when you would get so angry with me for being the bad guy, the mean mother who made you pick up your room or do chores, I often looked forward to the day when you were an adult. I thought you would be something amazing. There was no doubt that you were smart, and I knew you could do whatever you wanted. Even thought you talked of becoming a doctor, I knew the odds were not likely. Not too many people have what it takes to put in all the time and effort to become a doctor. It is a lot of hard work. I just looked forward to the day you were an adult so we could be friends, and I wouldn’t have to be that evil mother who micromanaged your life..

When you were growing up, I thought you were the most important job I’d ever had. If I could just raise you to be a decent human being, that was what was important. I have so many happy memories of being your mom from the time you were a flutter in my belly, until you hit those terrible teens. I was always proud of you, maybe too much so.

You were a wonderful baby and spent practically the first two years in my arms or on my hip. I remember so many times, vacuuming with one hand and holding you on my hip with the other. I remember you in your walker, and how happy you are when you discovered how mobile you could be. I remember how much I read to you from the time you were just a few months old. By the time you were able to sit up (at 6 months) I would spread books out on the carpet and you would reach for the one you wanted me to read next.

I remember the time we visited my sister in Ct., and you were a toddler. We were in the kitchen, and I don’t remember what she did, maybe dropped something, and she yelled, “Shit! Shit! Shit!” and you went wandering out of the kitchen mumbling to yourself, “Shit, shit, shit.” and your aunt said, “Phill is going to kill me.”

Sometimes when I’m doing something or going somewhere, I still think, “Oh, Emma would love this.” or I wish I could tell you about something that happened at work. We used to talk about everything. I’ve wondered if your taste has matured. Did you ever learn to like any vegetables besides green beans and corn? Did you ever learn to like any Chinese food besides Sesame Chicken?

You never asked about your little dog who lives with me. He is now an old man, with a lot of white in his face, his paws, and down his back. He’s not the little psycho we adopted way back then, but he is almost socially acceptable now, although it’s been a lot of work. I take him to your grandmother’s assisted living home at least once a week, and all the older people there love him.

I wonder how you feel about having a stepmother. Is that cool or will you be jealous of Kim Chassion like you were of me?

Just know my darling daughter that wherever you are, whatever you are doing, I’m always thinking of you. I hope you and Tyler do something special for his mother this mother’s day. And no, I don’t expect a card, a call, or even a text. After all, what was I on your facebook? Your “pending” mother before you removed me.

I was recently joking with a friend (someone who knew you for many years) and said, “Back when I was a mother…..” and she reminded me that I will always be your mother. I know. I will. With all that you’ve done, you can’t take away what was.

I have a lot more writing to do, and I think next I will tell you about your dad’s family, and why your dad is the way he is. If you still plan on being a counselor or a therapist, it might help to understand your own family dynamics, and know how you got away with what you did because your dad could not confront you.

Happy Mother’s Day, Emma. At times I’ve prayed that you don’t have children, and other times I’ve hoped you’d have six just like you! But what it is your dad said, that you were afraid you’d be a mother like me?

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Losing Emma

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Trifecta Part 1, A Midlife Crisis

Happy Mother’s Day, Emma